Two weeks ago today, I had surgery. While I won’t go into details, it was for a female issue and also something else. I figured while I was under general anesthesia, I may as well get the two things fixed together. Nothing to worry about, it was partially elective.

The procedures at the outpatient center went fine and I felt good when I got home. I was told to take a pain pill and not let the pain get ahead of me. I ate a piece of toast and took my antibiotic and pain medicine. An hour later, I was nauseous and couldn’t keep anything down. I was sick to my stomach for eight hours, on and off. I knew it couldn’t be good.

It wasn’t. The result was broken blood vessels that developed into a hematoma, which had to be drained. Six days later, I was back at the surgery center, bright and early. The procedure went smoothly. It was a step backward, but I was happy because that day marked the true beginning of my healing.

It’s been a week since the second surgery, and I have to say I thought I’d feel better much quicker. I’m tired of being tired. I know my body is doing what it needs to, and I must give it a lot of rest and time. But I’m used to being active and leading a busy life. This has definitely forced me to slow down.

I’m grateful beyond words that my husband is an amazing caregiver. He’s always there to remind me to rest and not move around much. I’m able to relax because of his support.

There’s been a flood of anxiety throughout this entire process. The anticipation before surgery was overwhelming at times. I was finally able to let out a deep sigh of relief when it was over. But that good feeling was short-lived because of the hematoma.

I don’t take my health for granted, I’m always thankful for it. But this experience has given me a new appreciation for being healthy.

I can’t wait to feel energetic and have the desire to get out of the house. Right now just the thought of going to the grocery store or out to eat sounds exhausting. I’m tired of being weak and having to sit down every chance I get. I’m looking forward to putting on exercise clothes and walking in the mountains, or at least around the block. I want to want to put on jewelry and do my nails.

I’ve only been able to take sponge baths, which is getting really old. I want to step in the shower and let the hot water stream down my back. Lather my hair with shampoo and watch the bubbles slide down the drain… Soon!

Right now all I want to do is rest and the farthest I walk is out to a lounge chair in my backyard. I know this situation is temporary, and I thank God for that. I’m actually trying to enjoy this time of recovery, basking in the deliciousness of slowing down.

I think it’s time for a nap.

Take care, Jenny


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76 thoughts on “Recuperating

  1. I’ve been through some surgeries and slow recoveries, so I understand your frustration. Sounds like you’re doing everything right, just relax and give it time. At least you’re able to make it to the backyard – that’s good!

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    • Thank you! And yes, I needed a book and asked my husband to get me one from Costco. I wasn’t sure what he’d pick out, but he did good! He picked out a good, light read. Now I’m reading The Orphan’s Tale and enjoying it so far. So yes, it’s a great time to readπŸ™‚

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  2. Your writing about your surgical complications is very dialectic! It takes a significant amount of personal strength to be able to effectively state, “Some good is coming from this suffering,” and to give thanks despite the pain of your current circumstances. When I am sick or in the middle of a crisis, it is a real struggle for me to not engage in self-pity, even when I can see the good that is coming from the situation. Oh, Jenny! Thank you for being so *real* and honest in your writing! I’m offering up a prayer for your healing.

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    • Thank you Lulu! Your comment made me feel so good. Thank you for your prayer. I knew at the beginning of my surgery process that it would be hard for 2-3 weeks, which it was, and then it would surely improve. That’s what kept me okay about all of it. I knew it would get better. Now it’s been almost 3 weeks since my second surgery, and I’m doing so much better! Every week, actually every day, I notice an improvement. I’m so thankful! Thanks again for your beautiful words. Hope you have a great week ahead! πŸ™‚


    • Thank you, I truly appreciate your encouragement! I’m happy to be doing much better now. Last night my husband and I went to dinner and a movie with two of our best friends. It felt so good to want to go out, to want to put on makeup and get a little dressed up. And it feels good to drive and run errands. I still need to take it easy, but I’m much, much better! Thanks again. xx

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